ShittyBoyz – Talkin Crazy Lyrics

Album on 3 Man Weave

Track 19 on 3 Man Weave
Talkin Crazy Lyrics
[Intro]
(Jxckk just want a drink)

[Verse]
Fly as hell, Jeff Hardy off the turnbuckle
Y’all don’t do shit but lay up, y’all a bored couple
Hit the mall and I left out a Dior stepper
Hide your bitch whenever bro around ’cause he a whore catcher
Yeah, I play with cards, but do it look like I play Pokémon?
Who the coldest? Me, StanWill, or probably BabyTron?
You ain’t got no drip, bitch, all you do is put some leggings on
They gon’ run this back, if you turn your shit on, they change the song
Fuck around, shoot on the wrong rim, I ain’t switchin’ sides
Topdown blowin’ zaza, I’m on Ocean Drive
Cheese necked my mans, he was finna put his gun on Live
Mr. Put-That-Shit-On, flashin’, it be late when I arrive
This shit monumеntal, living legend what you lookin’ at
Talkin’ like thе scammer of the year, please show a rack
We get in the sync, I call it fusion when she throw it back
I’ma need a band for a verse, I can’t go load in that
I think that the road is mine, I’m livin’ like Tony Montana
Bae, I might forget this night, I might as well throw it on camera
Certified, but no, I’m not a trapper, used to be a scammer
Almost at the top, was at the bottom just like Alabama
Gucci head to toe ’cause life is good, I feel like Drake and Future
Damn, I can’t forget when we pulled up on ’em just like an Uber
I got cheese on me just like a pizza, this ain’t Red Rooster
Baby hold the Glockie for a nigga, she a real trooper
You the type to call a nigga big bro ’cause he got some money
You ain’t heard him and you’re Mr. Kill the Pussy, Ted Bundy
Never heard of you, no disrespect, your time was past tense
Heard your song, that shit was garbage like just where my trash went
Feel like [?], I still ball hard
You are not the plug, you in the middle like the nose guard
If you really let the people tell it, I’m an allstar
Please don’t run up in here, we got more sticks than a ballpark
‘Cause I swear the only thing you gon’ get is a DOA
Can’t say his name, but call him Zimmerman, he beat the case
If she with me, then she must got some taste
Wanna be just like me, all these niggas do is copy-paste
Told my bitch don’t give me shit for Christmas but a chop
Hit him in his top, they left him with no top just like a crop (Damn)
I hope you know it’s always fire when I drop
Niggas goin’ broke, I swear I won’t end up like Fetty Wap
Either us or them, no in-between, don’t tell ’em what you tell ’em
He was steady actin’ like a demon and got sent to heaven
I ain’t even know he was a rookie, he was new to steppin’
You don’t trust your bitch, that’s why you always ask her who she textin’
I don’t blame you, but might blam you if you reach for this
Don’t give a fuck ’bout what she doin’, I don’t miss the bitch
You know I got that pole on some fishin’ shit
Ballin in the D, you know that I be on some Pistons shit
Never know what I be on like what do TrDee be doin’?
Always workin’, always on the go, we got motion movin’
I know that you heard money talks, mine be smokin’ fluent
Might just pop my shit like a soda, fuck it, Mountain Dew it (You get it?)
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[Outro]
You talkin’ crazy, y’all gon’ stop playin’ with my top, man
SBDSM shit, man, we unfuckwithable, they could never fuck with us, man
I’ma stop sayin’ that shit, ’cause y’all niggas better know ’bout it at this point
(Jxckk just want a drink)
Real ShittyBoyz shit, man